? Poem by Phil Panebianco

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Too fragile
It waits for no one
Make the most of it
Eventually it catches up with you


Today, tomorrow, forever
It's never enough
Move forward, never back
Eventually it runs out

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Phil Panebianco

Phil Panebianco

Bronx, New york
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